It’s been almost a year since I cursed your name to the heavens and praised your tongue to hell.
It’s been almost a week and I still can’t admit that I was in
full control when I swung out against the wall
to feel my knuckles break;
the skin uncurling the same as the chipped paint;
my blood mixing in cherry red.

I’ve been learning that hearts don’t break like fingers;
I still jump at the sound of doors slamming;
Your words piece together in my poems.
My shuddering ribs quake with every desperate scream.
I feel out-of-body sometimes.
It was cruel; and I hate you,
but my heart still beats too hard
and my fist is bandaged.

Bruises blossom like fingerprints.
Goosebumps brush over me like open-mouthed kisses.

The stars knew all, you swore to me;
and like a child
you watched with widened eyes and flushed cheeks.
Wished on a comet for eternity.
We argued about immortality
As I would get lonely,
but you longed for silent solitude.
If we were never meant to be,
You still believed.

It still hurts,
but god,
do I love you
like the sky opening up in anguish
to torrent upon the scarred land; to flood the paradise Eden;
All of the promises bleeding out
from between my crossed fingers.